164. Self-Vow

Michael's POV -

I speed down the familiar winding road, the trees, and fields a blur of green and brown as I make my way to the farmhouse. I don't want to face my dad right now, not after everything. They were all right – Dad, Jack, everyone – they were all right about Abigail. She didn't cheat on me, and I didn't listen to anyone.

I glance at my phone and see Abigail's photo. I reach out and touch it as if I can somehow reach through the screen and find her, asking for her forgiveness. My throat tightens, and I can feel the lump building as I recall the things I've said and done to her. I called her terrible names – slut, whore, prostitute, escort – and for what? Because I let my insecurities and doubts get the best of me.

And then there's the unforgivable act, the one that haunts me the most. I pushed her, physically pushed her, and it led to the loss of our unborn child. I can't keep calling it an accident. I can't keep pretending that I wasn't responsible. I killed our baby.

I pull